The first of the dunlending Pren's, kills whilst he is in Bree-Land, the hunt for Forgoil (rohirrim) is what brought him here and it followed through with its promises of his 'prey'. After a few weeks in these lands he finally was prepared at the time when he saw them, a camp of three Forgoil laughing and drinking in the woods near his camp...
He returned from his hunt for meats when he heard it, the music floating throughout the woods and the cheering echoing it. He crept through the woods with his axe high, creeping closer to the light of the fire until he was at least ten feet away from a Forgoil, their music helping him go undetected. After a few moments observing them and staying silent, he slid a javelin from his back, the moonlight causing the metal tip to shine. This caught the eyes of a Forgoil across from him though it was the last thing his eyes saw, the javelin was thrown, going straight through the Forgoils tunic, into his stomach with the blade peering out the other end.. in panic the struck Forgoil turned, not noticing his large fire, falling straight into it, letting out dying screams until he went silent again. By this time the others were alert of his presence and one has gathered arms,the other cowering beside his horse. It was time for him to strike again..
He then pulled off his fur hood, raising his hide shield and jumping into the camp, his axe held eye roaring out shouts, making the remaining birds flock from their roosting. The one Forgoil came at him, raising the spear upwards, aiming for the head of the dunlending who was attacking their camp. Pren would roar at the Forgoil before charging forward to meet him, his shield aimed for the spear to knock it off its course whilst the axe would swing around to meet him in the neck, making the Forgoil fall to the ground, clutching his neck wound.. not noticing the dunlendings axe flying through the air into his skull, lodged.. a moderately quick but painful death.
Finally there was the one cowering by the three spooked horses, bucking upwards., by this time the dunlending would have blood across his face from the death he just gave, making him look even more fiercer. He then walks up, going to scare the horses to the side with a loud shout and a swing of his shield upon a log, causing a loud bang and splinters to be sent out.. the remaining Forgoil crying in fear, an easy kill.. with his hot spear tip from the burning body on the fire, the wooden shaft starting to burn aswell.. he would drive it as hard as he can into the back of the Forgoil, making him panic as the hot spear end pushes from his chest.
With the Forgoils dying cries he would let out. "W-who are y-yo-you..?" The dunlending would turn, looking him in the eye. "Rhfelwyr.. Dunlending" With that he would pull his javelin back from the dying body, making him cry in pain again before letting his head fall as he starts to go lifeless..
The next things seen of the three Forgoils would be their bodies.. one burnt to a near crisp, hard to make out his features, a pained look on his face. The other with a large cut in his neck and skull, blood dripping from each until it dries up. The final one would have a hole through where his heart was, caused by the javelin along with the burnt skin around it.. These here bodies of the Forgoil would of been dragged around Bree-Land by their own horses until one day to be found by an unfortunate traveller...
